The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 53: Our Eccentric Manner of Kissing

I explained to Kuzunoha who Sys was and how it got sentient recently.

"Ah, so you refer to your Ego Partner as Sys?" Kuzunoha brightened up like she found another weirdo. "I call mine Tamamo-no-mae, and I thought it was silly."

Ego Partner? She means the system thing?

And wasn’t Tamamo-no-mae a bit of a mouthful, though?

"Really? Then call her Tama, for short."

And so we now have two Tamas in the novel! Ah, the other one has an "r" ending the name.

"P-Please, tell me if anything I think is open to you like this?" I had begun to sweat from fear of my every thought being exposed like that.

[Well, you think too loudly, so I can’t help it] Kuzunoha replied directly in my mind, with that playful and teasing voice.

Now she’s talking to me in my head?! It all feels weird.

[Say hello to Benjamin, Tama!] Kuzunoha internally called out cheerfully.

{It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Benjamin Mark-sama} {Tama}

Ehhhh?! This is so ridiculous!

Tama’s voice echoed in my skull; calm, mechanical, and feminine, sounding like a certain emotionless maid.

[Uhm, thank you. And likewise... Uhm, yeah, Sys, say hello too] I sent back, still wobbling in Kuzunoha’s grip.

{...Good day, Lady Kuzunoha, Senior Tamamo-no-mae} Sys answered, with a tone suddenly more casual and respectful than I had ever heard from it.

I could see Sakura from the corner of my eye frowning, now being the one left out of the conversation.

But seriously, she looks exactly like Kuzunoha: like a little clone of her... the same sharp but soft features, the same pink fur on her fox ears and tail, the same way they both tilted their heads when curious.

Then I narrowed my eyes at the lips Sakura was puckering, Before I looked up at Kuzunoha’s giant lips; so plump, glistening in the bluish mist of the chamber, and curved in perpetual mischief.

"Nani? You want some?" Kuzunoha smirked teasingly.

"Ah, shoot. I forgot you can read minds!"

"I can’t read minds, per se," she shook me like a plush doll, gentle but firm enough that my teeth rattled. "But if folks aren’t careful, I’ll hear what they’re thinking."

That’s called reading their minds, ma’am.

"Sakura-chan~!" Kuzunoha called out to her pouting daughter. "Benjamin is wondering if my lips taste like yours. Should I show him?"

"Huh?! No, it’s not like—Sakura it’s not like that!" I tried to explain, but Sakura’s frown deepened as she threw her head to the side.

"I do not care! Do as you like."

[Sakura?! I’m sorry, okay?] I sent frantically.

[Hmph] she replied, short and sulky.

And as that was settled, Kuzunoha brought my smaller body to her lips, gleaming in the light of the room.

It wasn’t rather a kiss, but more of a meal. I mean, Kuzunoha was this close to swallowing me whole.

Her lips were enormous; really soft, like plush pillows that enveloped my entire upper body when she pressed me against them. The warmth was overwhelming, like sinking into warmed cake.

Her breath washed over me in sweet waves; a little bit of sake, some cherry blossoms, and something more alien and wild.

Her tongue; pink, massive, and slippery, lightly stuck out to touch me, the tip alone wider than my head. I licked and sucked on the soft large lips instinctively, tasting a little sourness and sweetness mixed, and making Kuzunoha squirm and moan low in her throat.

The sound vibrated through me like thunder.

We continued in our eccentric manner of kissing until:

[Notification: Master has met the requirements. A soul connection between the fox spirit and Master will temporarily be formed] Sys announced calmly.

{Notice: Accepted. A substantial amount of magic power and abilities shall be bestowed upon Benjamin Mark-sama. Please, brace yourself for the surge} Tama responded, the voice serene.

And without warning, Kuzunoha’s magic power began to spread and force itself into me. My body glowed blue as it did; really bright and feeling like electric, like lightning trapped under my skin.

The surge struck me so hard, my muscles locked up, my breath caught in my throat, and my vision flashed white. Raw, seemingly endless and ancient power poured in me, filling every vein, and every cell, until I felt like I would really burst.

And not just that: memories of events I hadn’t witnessed before flowed into me too.

A great war was happening, one with strange beasts, horned people and beastkin, a really large war with outlandish explosions and lightning.

I could see a massive lion-man gallantly cleaving through masses of horned people with ease, a katana in one hand, and a hammer in the other...

This person... He was Sakura’s father, Leorin.

I’ve never met him in person, and just because he looked like that statue Sakura showed me, I shouldn’t jump the guns... I understood that, but I also just knew that it was Leorin; possibly due to the connection I now have with Kuzunoha.

This demigod’s roar shook the battlefield when he opened his mouth; and his strikes seemed to split the sky when he swung.

He was simply catastrophic to the horned people.

I also saw incredibly beautiful and young women, and I recognized them to be the stepmothers I just met a while ago. They were all so strong, valiantly warring with those enemies;

Medline’s serpentine strikes from her sword seemed to be poisoning entire ranks at once, Kumai’s claws, as I feared, was tearing through armor like paper, Khanna’s leaps carrying her over enemy lines in blurs of blue fur—rendering them to stone or ash, Tanuko’s illusion-like powers were confusing some of the armies, and Asherah’s blade was flashing like silver lightning as she swung it with refinement.

These images showed in flashes inside my mind, fluctuating between battles and some tender moments with the beastkin or intimate moments with Leorin and the stepmothers, in an orgy of fur and skin and moaning under his massive touch.

(Note: How the literally king-sized Leorin was managing to do the way smaller women will be withheld, due to immense respect for the legend... and maybe, the author’s unwillingness to write such gore. If you still want such a fairytale, please indicate by dropping a golden ticket and saying something in the comment section).

But it soon all paused as the only thing I now heard was hard breathing. The POV was probably Kuzunoha’s, and she sounded exhausted.

"Kuzunoha!"

I heard a deep growl call her name before someone—a very beautiful, short-haired tanned girl—appeared in the air coming down, and swung a large... weapon(?) at her.